Turko-Bretonnic Affairs

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After scheduling a meeting, perhaps not with the best of grace, Mehmed Selim, desolate man of trouble he was, proceeded with trusted escort to Planet New London to parley with the Prime Minister at her formal office. The space travel was ostensibly the easier leg of the journey, little nuisances besides the typical lane raiders kept in check by defenses tipped with high-energy guns. No, the hard part was after the orbital elevator brought the Templar down to atmospheric level, what with the infamous, constant rain one had to contend with after stepping out onto the landing port concourse. All things considered with the hike from there, it was several minutes of misery between there and the infamous Downing Street that mirrored its ancient Terran counterpart. Post-war security probably didn't help, although the rather unique position Selim held at least would. It was time to get back in business -- and face the music that came with it.

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